What do Leonardo Da Vinci, Bill Clinton, and I all have in common? Active participation in procrastination—a practice frowned upon in today’s society, but not even Noah of the Ark could have prepared for the imposing amount of water on my already heavily-saturated carpets. You would think that a mini ocean within one's bedroom would lead to a rotten seed. On the contrary, delaying the much-needed waterproofing of our house gave root to and was the direct catalyst for the independent adult I am today. The flood damaged most of my possessions, left my room dangerous and smelling of mold, and devastated what I called home, but it couldn’t have been a better example of a blessing in disguise.
The flood was the straw that broke the camel’s back. I shared a four-bedroom house with my depressed mother, two brothers, one of whom is mentally disabled, an alcoholic grandfather, a hard-working grandmother, an uncle and his two daughters, and thirteen animals. This perpetual chaos was compounded by my family lacking the inclination and to fix my room. The hazardous environment created could never be conducive to learning. Education was my first priority, so it didn’t take …show more content…
There, my pride and guilty conscious led me to help her in any way I could, including cleaning, cooking, and chauffeuring. Anxiety began to creep in as I realized the importance of getting a job to support myself, and I started searching for anyone who would be willing to hire a high schooler and offer decent pay—not an easy task. Megan Seuter, the mother of a friend of mine and owner of a local business, Explosive Countermeasures International (ECI), offered me a job as the company’s unofficial secretary, and I began working there in October 2014. People teased me, but they didn’t understand how serious a job it was. One mistake on my part could lead to severe repercussions, and not necessarily with Mrs. Seuter, but with the
The flood was the straw that broke the camel’s back. I shared a four-bedroom house with my depressed mother, two brothers, one of whom is mentally disabled, an alcoholic grandfather, a hard-working grandmother, an uncle and his two daughters, and thirteen animals. This perpetual chaos was compounded by my family lacking the inclination and to fix my room. The hazardous environment created could never be conducive to learning. Education was my first priority, so it didn’t take …show more content…
There, my pride and guilty conscious led me to help her in any way I could, including cleaning, cooking, and chauffeuring. Anxiety began to creep in as I realized the importance of getting a job to support myself, and I started searching for anyone who would be willing to hire a high schooler and offer decent pay—not an easy task. Megan Seuter, the mother of a friend of mine and owner of a local business, Explosive Countermeasures International (ECI), offered me a job as the company’s unofficial secretary, and I began working there in October 2014. People teased me, but they didn’t understand how serious a job it was. One mistake on my part could lead to severe repercussions, and not necessarily with Mrs. Seuter, but with the